You really do
(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀
Summary: You and Katniss attend the party together at Snows mansion, then she starts acting a little weird, a little jealous.
Warnings: None really. There’s like one swear word in there but nothing dramatic. (Also, small note, thanks for the request!) (SFW)
Word Count: 2494
A clammy hand gently ran down your arm, clenching your fingers in its own.
The party was loud and colorful. People were everywhere, talking, eating and dancing. You were still at the top of the stairs but you could already tell how overwhelming this was going to be.
“Breathe it all in, children.” Effie spoke with a dreamy sigh. Her wig was tall, shiny, and hard enough to be made of plastic, just like the rest of her outfit. Her eyelashes were dangerously long as she turned to face you. “This is all for you.”
You and Katniss exchanged a glance, hands still locked together.
“Looks cozy.” You stared ahead at the bustling party ahead. Sweat was beginning to prick the back of your neck but you shook it off the best you could.
Effie let out another sigh, this one more exasperated.
“Attitude.” She warned, snapping her fingers. “Smiles. I want to see big bright smiles.” Then she lowered her voice. “I’m talking to you, Katniss.”
Beside you, Katniss mumbled something under her breath but you couldn’t quite catch it. You two looked at each other once more, only snapped back to reality by Effie’s high pitched “Come, come!”
Together the two of you made your way through the heavy Capitol crowd. You took in the odd, exotic looks of the civilians around you but mostly kept your gaze on Katniss as you followed her up the stairs.
Once you two could walk beside each other again, you slipped your hand back into hers.
“A little overwhelming, huh?” You whispered softly into her ear. You two entered Snow’s mansion, still hand in hand and on the trail of Effie.
Katniss let out a soft chuckle, a real smile breaking across her face for the first time in the past hour. “A little?”
You flashed a mischievous grin back at her.
Eventually Effie led the two of you into the backyard that was covered to the brim in decorations, lights of all colors, and various buffets of food.
Katniss locked her arm with yours this time, sticking close to your side. She wasn’t scared, not that she would admit it, but she was definitely a little intimidated by it all.
You were too, but feeling her warmth pressed against your side made you feel a little better.
When the time to dance came around, you rescued Katniss from a group of chatty women and brought her to the dance floor, arm wrapped around her waist.
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying this.” Katniss said after a few minutes, her arms wrapped loosely around your neck. Her movements were a little stiff but the fiery makeup and gorgeous dress made it seem almost natural.
You rolled your eyes playfully, hands resting on her hips. “I’m not a big party person.” You responded teasingly. “But you really look like you’re enjoying this. We all know you partied every night back in 12.”
Katniss let out a soft groan and gently bumped her forehead into yours. “Oh, shut up.”
A small smile teased both of your lips and you leaned your forehead back into hers, just resting it there for a moment.
Both of you were stiff and as awkward as a board, clearly not in your element and dragged far out of your comfort zone, but together on the dance floor things seemed almost nice, like you were meant to be here as long as you were together.
“I know the makeup and outfit is a lot but… you do look really pretty tonight.” You murmured softly, standing on your toes to be eye to eye with her. “Cinna did his job well. As usual.”
Now you noticed the faintest blush dancing across her face and that drew a bigger smile out on yours.
Sure, maybe you two were just together for the publicity of it. Your fake love story saved both of your lives in the games and it got you this far together, what was the harm in playing into it just a little more?
Especially if you were supposedly getting married soon.
Not to mention that you’ve had a crush on Katniss for… as long as you can remember. As the only two female victors from District 12 that won the screwed up games together, you both had some pretty cruel shared trauma and were the only ones that really understood each other.
Sometimes you thought maybe your fantasy romance wasn’t really that fake after all, but in the end, things never progressed past TV kisses.
Katniss recovered quite quickly from your compliment. Her gray eyes studied your makeup painted face for a moment and then flicked to your lips.
“Sounds like you want to amuse the Capitol.” Katniss whispered in the same low tone. She leaned a little closer.
You tightened your grip on her waist and let that same mischievous grin lift the corners of your lips. “Who says I’m doing this for the Capitol?” You responded, although you said it in a teasing way. You could never admit the truth to her.
Katniss took the hint. She moved her face closer to yours, just about to kiss you when–
“Katniss, y/n!” Effie called in a shrill voice, scaring the two of you apart. Beside her was a shorter man with white hair and wise eyes. She introduced him as Plutarch Heavensbee, the head gamemaker for this year's games.
You didn’t get another word in as Plutarch guided Katniss away for the two of them to dance. You let out a soft sigh and returned to the food table to maybe find those chocolate strawberries.
Once you found the snack you were craving, you scooped some up onto a plate. When you turned around, three other Capitol women were standing there.
They were even more decked out than most of the others there. Each of their hair was a bright, vibrant color and at least 2 feet tall. They were wearing equally colorful and blinding dresses and their faces were so caked in makeup you could hardly make out what they really looked like.
“You know, y/n, you were my favorite tribute from the 74th games.” One of the women chimed, nudging you with her elbow.
Another one of the women snuck up to your other side, her elbow bumping into yours. “Mine as well! I donated almost all of my money to sponsor you.”
You raised your eyebrows in amusement, knowing you’d barely gotten a single parachute in that rough arena, much less one that you really needed.
This whole situation, as overwhelming as it was, was still quite curious to you. You figured that while Katniss danced away with Heavensbee, you could learn just a little more about the Capitol citizens.
You spoke with the women for a while, most of your conversations were either about the games or about fashion, two things you didn’t quite enjoy talking about but you went along with it either way.
One of the women in particular had no fear at all getting as close to you as humanly possible. You didn’t really know how to stop her as every time you pushed her away, she just came back even further into your bubble.
It’s a good thing you were charismatic enough to keep their attention on your voice rather than on your lips. They weren’t put off from touching your face and the jewels in your makeup.
Finally, when the announcement music began to play, you noticed Katniss staring at you from a few feet away. The expression on her face was shielded and unreadable, but she did not seem happy.
You excused yourself from your fanclub and went to join her on the dance floor once more as President Snow stepped onto his balcony to make a speech.
You tried to slide your arm around Katniss’s waist as the two of you listened but she pulled away. Effie nudged her back into your grip and Katniss reluctantly gave in, though she didn’t make it easy.
You figured this was what hugging a log was like.
President Snow spoke about your wedding and how glad he was to have you here, though his face showed no emotion at all. He lifted his glass to a toast and so did the crowd.
Fireworks went off behind you and you felt Katniss flinch. You pulled her a little closer, arm still around her waist.
She wedged her hand in between your and her side and put a little space in between you two, even though her other hand was still clamped around yours.
After the firework show, you two returned to the dance floor for one last dance before returning to the train.
“Are you okay?” You asked the second you two were dancing. Your hands were connected with hers this time. Hers were clammy again.
Katniss said nothing for a moment. Her eyes flicked from your face, to the ground, and then beyond you. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Katniss snapped softly at you. She tried to pull away from you but you held her in place.
That’s when you noticed the whole dance floor was staring at you.
“To our lovely victors, and to-be-weds!” Effie smiled widely and pointed to you two. She mouthed the words “kiss,” and then waited.
Katniss pretended not to see, so you stood back up on your toes and pressed your lips into hers. She stiffened and closed her eyes.
When you pulled away, you frowned at her. Something was definitely wrong. Even when you and Katniss kissed for the first time in the games, she seemed to enjoy it much more. Now it felt like there was all sorts of pent up anger and resentment in her kiss.
You two stood there silently, soaking in the applause.
Katniss was the first to break out of your grasp. She said nothing else and headed towards the exit.
Effie looked at you with an annoyed gaze but said nothing on the matter. She just hurried you up to follow Katniss.
You two went straight to the train. You stopped to speak with Haymitch for a few moments and then marched right over to Katniss’s room.
Katniss was staring at herself in the mirror, still adorned in her party outfit. Her gaze hardened when you stepped into her room and she inhaled sharply.
“Katniss, did something happen at the party?” You asked. You were worried that maybe somebody had said something to her or done something while you weren’t looking. “Should I tell Effie?”
“No.”
“Then what happened?”
“Nothing.”
Her tone was telling you to shut up and fuck off, but you weren’t giving in that easily.
Katniss finally looked at you. Her face was red with anger and her eyes were dark. She glanced over your shoulder at the door and started towards it, muttering something about getting changed out of her uncomfortable outfit.
You grabbed her wrist just before she could make it out the door.
“Katniss, come on, talk to me.” You pleaded. “I know you don’t like opening up, but I’m your friend! You can tell me things. I want you to tell me things!”
Katniss whirled to face you. “Are we really just friends?” She asked you. “Is that what you think? Is that what you really think?”
You frowned, taken aback by her sudden explosion.
“Isn’t that what we are?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows and tightening your grip on her wrist as she tried to wiggle out. “I thought that was our deal.”
“And so did I.” Katniss sighed, half of her anger melting away with just the release of a breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m getting upset, I shouldn’t be pissed over this…”
“No, tell me.” You brought her over to the bed, the two of you sitting beside each other. “Tell me what’s upsetting you.”
“It’s not important.”
“It’s bothering you, it is important.”
Katniss sighed again, this time a little softer than before. She let her eyes lock with yours and you saw the various emotions swimming in them.
“It’s stupid. I just… I get upset when I see you with other people.” Katniss finally admitted. “When you’re close with them, when they touch you, when they try to kiss you. It makes me so angry.”
You almost let out a noise of surprise but held it back so you didn’t anger her even more.
“Really?”
“Yes.” Katniss glared at you, though she wasn’t mad at you, she was just mad. “And I hate it. I don’t understand it. You’re my friend, you don’t really love me. This is all just for show.”
“Is it really just for show?” You asked, almost hesitantly. “People don’t fake kiss each other the way you kiss me.”
Katniss wrinkled her nose as if the idea of admitting the truth disgusted her. Her upset gaze darkened and she stared at you, almost daring you to prove yourself.
You were going to make the first move, but surprisingly, Katniss beat you to it.
Before you had time to react her lips were pressed back into yours, her arms sliding around your waist in an almost passionately angry attempt to prove you wrong. She kissed you for a few seconds, and then pulled away, face redder than before.
You were blushing too, but not from embarrassment, from a relieved surprise.
“You think I don’t really love you?” You said softly, running a hand down her arm until your fingers locked with hers. “Katniss, I’ve loved you for years. What I said in the games wasn’t a lie, and you know that.”
Leaning into you, Katniss just rested her head on your shoulder for a moment. Her breath tickled your neck and her body relaxed.
“I can’t love you… I don’t.”
You shook your head, gently picking her head up off your shoulder and cupping her face. “Come on, Katniss. I think you being jealous that I just spoke to a few other women is a pretty clear indicator that you love me.” You said, letting your voice raise a teasing pitch.
Katniss huffed and rolled her eyes, leaning into your hand. “I wasn’t jealous.”
“You were so jealous.”
The blush on Katniss’s face grew even brighter. She pushed your hands away and then pulled you into another kiss.
“You do love me.” You whispered softly into the kiss, letting one of your hands gently climb back up her face. “You do.”
Katniss’s arms snaked around your torso. “Shut up y/n.” She mumbled, kissing you again. When she pulled away, she kissed your cheek. “Stop saying it, you’ll wear it out.”
“You say it, then I’ll stop.”
Katniss sighed in annoyance. “I love you.” She said softly, her eyes still resting on your lips. “I really do…”
“Good, because I love you too.”
This time, when Katniss knocked you back onto the bed for another kiss, she was smiling.
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